The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca and Janie were visibly nervous too. Benjamin looked down and gave his nose a little pinch, as if to comfort himself. Waylon gently pushed the heavy door open.

The room was a tastefully decorated waiting lounge, filled with warm lights and the scent of fresh flowers. There were two maids in the room who immediately greeted Waylon with a polite bow. Beyond the lounge was another door.

“You may leave the room. I have some guests,” Waylon instructed the maids.

Abel glanced intently at the door, wondering if Emma was beyond those doors.

“This is usually where I spend some time with Emma. My father spends half his days here as well,” Waylon informed Abel.

“I want to see her,” Abel urged. “Is she in there?”

Benjamin walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Abel to step inside first. Abel immediately found Emma lying unconscious on a white king-sized bed covered in pristine white sheets. She was completely still and silent, almost like a wax figure. Abel froze in disbelief. Was his Emma… dead?

to lurch forward, but Waylon held him back with a firm grip on his arm. Abel tried to wrestle himself out, but Waylon

me see her…”

wouldn’t have brought you here, but you

how long he had dreamed of the day where he could hold Emma

body. If you move her, you will undo

deeply. “… there’s still hope

consulted with the best doctors around the world. Unfortunately, they’ve all agreed

“leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome

Abel fell to his knees in front of her bed. “Please, I’m begging you. You must hang in there and overcome this! Our children are still

seen her, you may

head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with Emma until she wakes up!”

“There’s no point for you to be here, and who knows how